Chapter 53: Bound by the Sea
The wind howled, the sky cracked open with lightning, and the sea boiled with the fury of gods and devils alike.
In the center of it all floated the Flying Dutchman, towering and dreadful. Around it, the eight pirate ships gathered like wolves circling a beast—each one flying their own flag, cannons armed and crew at the ready. The Black Pearl was at the head, Jake Sparrow standing tall at the wheel, his eyes sharp and narrowed.
Standing beside Davy Jones on the Flying Dutchman, Elias adjusted the cuffs of his coat, now darker and weathered from the weeks aboard. His new crew—twisted, transformed men bound by the ocean—stood behind him, ready. And though his heart burned with conflict, he kept his smile in place.
"Are you ready, boy?" Davy Jones rasped, his crablike claw gripping the rail.
Elias didn't flinch. "I gave you my word, Captain. I serve under your command. No backsies."
Jones grinned, tentacles curling in satisfaction. "Then let the sea drink blood."
The battle began with a thunderous roar—cannons blasting from the pirate fleet, sending flaming iron balls crashing into the side of the Flying Dutchman. But the ghost ship didn't move, didn't falter. Instead, it answered.
A burst of green energy exploded from its deck as the cursed crew fired back, boards creaking under the weight of their fury. Elias moved quickly, his sword already drawn, his black coat fluttering like a flag of doom.
He leapt to the nearest ship, moving like a shadow across the chaos. It was the Sea Serpent, captained by an old brute named Mad Tom. Elias ducked cannon fire, parried blades, and moved with grace, not as a killer but as a servant—an unwilling sword.
"Elias!" Jake yelled from the Black Pearl's deck as he swung from a mast, landing hard near the port. "You're really doing this?!"
Elias looked at him from across the decks, their ships now connected by ropes and broken planks. "You think I want to do this?! I made a deal, Jake!"
"You made a deal to serve, not to kill your friends!"
Elias smirked, dodging a blade and kicking a pirate overboard. "Semantics, mate. Jones said fight—he didn't say how hard."
Jake shouted, "You slippery bastard!"
Elias grinned. "That's why you love me!"
Above them, the Flying Dutchman loomed, and Davy Jones stood watching, pleased at the chaos. Barbossa led the main charge aboard one of the other vessels, shouting orders with his blade raised.
Elias boarded a second ship, flipping over the rail and disarming a pirate in one move. The man looked at him, stunned. Elias just winked.
"Tell Barbossa I said hi."
He spun, blocked a blow, and knocked three men down, using just the blunt of his blade. He wasn't trying to kill—he couldn't let himself go that far. But he had to fight. That was the deal.
Back on the Black Pearl, Raina watched from the bow, heart tight. She knew Elias. Knew his smirk was just a mask, and every blow he threw hurt more than the last. But he was doing what he had to—honoring a choice he made for them.
"He's not one of them," she whispered to herself. "He's just stuck."
Jake slid beside her. "We'll get him back."
"How?" she asked, voice barely steady. "He made a blood deal."
Jake looked out at the battle, lips pressed together. "By doing what pirates do best. We cheat."
As the ships clashed and boards splintered, Elias found himself face to face with Barbossa. The older captain raised an eyebrow.
"So, you're the one who took the boy's place."
Elias twirled his blade. "Yup. I'm the handsome bastard in debt. Well. Quick question didn't i kill you? "
Barbossa lunged. Elias met the blade, sparks flying. Neither fought to kill—just enough to keep their honor.
"You could've let Sparrow pay his dues," Barbossa growled between strikes.
"Yeah, but then who would've annoyed Jones every day for the next century?" Elias laughed.
Their swords clashed again before a cannon blast split the deck between them.
All across the sea, thunder cracked and the storm worsened. Davy Jones was enjoying it, his tentacled face grinning as he released a sea creature from the depths—a monstrous leviathan that roared into the air.
Jake stared up at it from the deck of the Black Pearl. "Oh come on, that's just showing off."
The battle raged into the storm, but one thing was clear: Elias wasn't fighting to kill his friends—he was fighting to keep them alive, under the cruel hand of a deal he'd made to protect them all.
And deep down, Jake, Barbossa, and Raina knew it.
Elias had taken the weight of the sea on his back.
And the sea never forgets.
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